Meter ticks a rhythm on the dash
Dust settles soft on the carriage glass
Fare paid in stories, not in cash
Ribbon holds the breath of the final pass
Carriage return on a Santa Fe night
Bell rings sharp in the cold twilight
Keys strike deep where the coyotes cry
Truth stays typed where the sand blows dry
Carriage return, watch the paper turn
Legends earn where the rubber burns
Green chile steam rises from the diner pot
Ink bleeds slow in the desert spot
Logbook full of the miles I got
Manuscript waits for the final thought
Carriage return on a Santa Fe night
Bell rings sharp in the cold twilight
Keys strike deep where the coyotes cry
Truth stays typed where the sand blows dry
Carriage return, watch the paper turn
Legends earn where the rubber burns
Radio crackles a Bruce Springsteen song
Hammer falls where the words belong
Passenger left
